When I look into his eyes, I see the sea. Waves of life breaking over his worn down shores. every crashing wave, a new emotion. Anger foams on his dark sands, soon to recede. taking some of his shore with it. a memory of forever. Nights only last a second there. where the summers last a lifetime. His eyelids flutter to the flow of the crashing waves. Blink, happy, blink, sad. His ever changing scene by the sea reflecting his unique personality. Stormy grays cause his shore to seem dreary to a stranger, but when I look deep enough, wading into his gentle waters, I can see the starry night sky smiling back at me.
February 3, 2009